“Fucking hell, you’re beautiful.”

“And you’re overdressed.”

She crosses to me and takes matters into her own hands, tugging my shirt up over my head, then licking her way down my torso as she slips my jeans down my hips.

“You like to go commando too,” she says with a smile as my cock slips out of the denim, practically smacking her in the face. She grips me in her firm fist and licks me, from balls to tip, in one motion, making my eyes cross.

“Thank God for commando,” I mutter, and bury my fingers in her hair, loosening it. “I haven’t even kissed you yet.”

“You’ll get to it,” she replies, and goes to town, sucking me and jacking me, and if I were ten years younger, I would embarrass myself horrifically right now. Instead, I grip her shoulders and pull her up, lift her until she wraps her legs around my waist, and carry her to the bed, finally kissing her madly.

“You’re a good kisser,” she whispers against my lips.

“Likewise,” I reply, and lower her to the bed as I kiss her some more, nibbling her lips, the corner of her mouth, and down her neck to her collarbone. “God, you taste good.”

“You’re better than wine,” she says with a smile, then gasps when I suck her nipple into my mouth, then let go with a loud pop. “Jesus, that’s good.”

“Not too rough?”

“It’s never too rough, Mac,” she says, and buries her fingers in my hair, pulling firmly. I grin and bite her nipple, then leave wet kisses down her torso, her ribs, around her navel.

“You have an outie.”

“So do you,” she says with a laugh.

“That’s not my belly button, sweetheart.” I bite her belly for that, making her moan and squirm under me. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s responsive. “Maybe I should punish you for that.”

“Oh, yes please,” she says, nodding furiously. “I’m a naughty girl.”

“You’re a drunk girl,” I remind her, nibbling down her thigh. “You smell amazing.”

“I’m not so drunk anymore.” She plants her foot on my shoulder and raises her hips, offering her pussy to me, and I don’t disappoint her. I grip her ass in my hands and lick her smooth pussy. She gasps and pulls harder on my hair. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”

I smile against her and drag the tips of my teeth over her lips, dip my tongue into her opening, and up again to pull her clit into my mouth to suck hard. I slip two fingers inside her, and delight in her falling apart against my face, crying out, thrashing her head back and forth.

She’s squeezing my fingers like a fucking vise. I need to be inside her. I’m desperate for her.

But I don’t want to take this too fast.

I leisurely kiss up her body. “Look at how you blush for me, Kat.”

“I can’t open my eyes,” she replies, panting heavily. “I’m not convinced that I’m not dead.”

I pinch her nipple, making her yelp. “I don’t think you’re dead.”

“Thank God.” She drags her hands down my shoulders and arms. “Birth control.”

“That’s the sexiest thing anybody’s ever said to me.”

She smirks and circles her hips, making my eyes roll back in my head.

“I’m on the pill, but this is a sexcation, and I’m not taking any chances. There are condoms in my suitcase.”

“You came prepared for this sexcation.” I lick my way down her arm, nibble the inside of her elbow. “I like a woman who plans ahead.”

“I’m a planner,” she agrees. “And if you don’t put a condom on that monster cock of yours and fuck me blind in two point two seconds, we’re going to have a problem.”

I smirk down at her, brush her unruly hair off her face, and kiss her long and hard, pulling back only when we’re both gasping for breath.

“I’m not going to be gentle with you.”

“Promises, promises.”

Chapter Three

~Kat~

I don’t know what I did to deserve Mac as a sexcation partner, but I’d gladly do it again, over and over, if it had the same results. The man is sex on a fucking stick. The body beneath those trendy clothes is off the hook. I could just touch him all damn day.

Okay, that’s a lie. It would lead to sex in a heartbeat, but damn, I wouldn’t complain.

He climbs off of me and crosses to my suitcase. “In here?”

“Yeah, on the bottom.” I pull the covers down and climb inside the bed, covering myself, and earn a glare from Mac as he turns back to me, a fresh box of condoms in his magical hand.

“Another rule.”

“You’re very strict,” I say as he opens the box and rejoins me. A small smile tickles his lips.

“You have no idea,” he says. “I don’t want you to ever cover yourself up. You’re beautiful.”

“And cold,” I reply with a smirk. “I’m not shy, Mac, I was chilly.”

“I can fix that,” he replies, pulling the covers off of me and replacing them with his long, lean, muscular body. He nestles himself between my legs and buries his face in my neck, kissing and licking and making me tingle in all the right places. “You smell amazing.”

“You feel better,” I whisper, and get a firm grip on his ass. “And I want you inside me, Mac.”

He rears back, sucks on my nipple, and slips halfway inside me. He stops and stares down at me, panting. “Okay?”